Here is a logical summation
Mother Earth is in a state of severe degradation
Each individual really has an obligation
Or face a future full of devastation
Here now is an invitation
Must be done no hesitation
Commence some form of restoration
Now is the time no equivocation
An example Join an organisation that practices reafforestation
For other examples seek information from an on-line investigation
This knowledge should be part of a school education
But that system is too much into indoctrination
Many people are suffering from brain fog constipation
Minds closed no room for alternative negotiation
Pray one day there will be an awakened realisation
People's footprint on this planet planned minimisation
This poem is an Acrostic Monorhyme
C onstant fear tactics are employed
O vertake the many freedoms once enjoyed
N ever any love there is a void
S ystem is so broken our souls so often toyed
U nsavoury propaganda regularly deployed
M any regulations are you feeling much annoyed?
E very government organisation, ethics so devoid
R eturn to honesty joy and laughter society would be buoyed
S eek a haven all these shackles to avoid
The above organisation...Has a human story, one of way too many, hence they seek not
For glory.' Yet to overturn some statutory i'lls, kill laws that label; and denigrate living
Such gives me pause..And throws a chill'
Also a distorted lighting, of life stages eniugh to fill, me with the will.' To add my voice to Cindy, Taylor Jenkins mother who was robbed of her daughter by dry banal indifferent
legalitys, that by now; too many personalitys have smothered.' You might wish to join us from wherever is your
world.? Help raise a wave to sink deaths
Legal vessel that serves no good, may your
Voices loudly be heard.'
You don't need to be present in a church or subscribe to religion to be connected to more
You don't need to be receiving a pay check or income from an physical organisation or other individual to be working or to have purpose
You don't need to be an enrolled Dancer in a studio, team and culture to be a Dancer
You don't need to have paid mentors, because some mentor has a paid mentor and has told you not to use your intuition and to just be inspired.
You don't need to be in a meditative state or do psychedelics to see more than this plane.
You don't need to follow trends when your God and your intuition is leading you to set one.
You don't need to be seen or validated by others in order to be great.
Greatness lies within...
And that's where the real challenge is.
Is your greatness self serving, inflating and servicing?
Or is it a vessel to help others understand theirs.
Who do you do you for?
Can you be quiet, listen and be directed in your most quiet, darkest and blind state.
Close your eyes and listen.
A house will stand when pillars five
Are cared for so it can survive.
People – hearts that build the way,
Their trust decides if dreams will stay.
Organisation - bones and frame,
Without clear roles, all falls to blame.
Processes - the hidden streams,
That carry work, that shape our dreams.
Information - truth in hand,
The compass strong in shifting sand.
Technology - the tools we wield,
To plant the seeds in future’s field.
Leave one behind, the walls will shake,
The floor will bend, the beams may break.
Hold all as one, the home will grow,
Through storm and sun, through rain and snow.
They built the walls, so tall, so bright,
yet still the wind came rushing through.
They never sought the hidden sight-
the roots beneath they never knew.
People – culture, firm and true,
Organisation – beams that last.
Processes – the paths we view,
Information – the compass cast.
Technology – a bridge that stays,
no tide can wash its span away.
With all five whole, the house will raise,
without them, storms will make it sway.
The water of the pond drying
For it turned into vapors.
In a few days,
The pond will become bare.
But the clouds, seen
In the distance turned away
In other directions.
In the shallow depths of the pond,
Fish are seen
Swimming here and there,
Gleaming through the waning stream.
But O wandering clouds,
Where have you flown?
The poem was adapted into a play by the renowned theatrical Organisation RAGA TARANGA, under the direction of renowned theater Director Satananda Sharma.
Toiletries
My toiletries manage well an
organisation devoted to
fruits and
vegetables (non-organic only).
MANIFESTO
Three words inscribed on a bullet
Finger on a trigger ready to pull it
This system that does not concede
Free healthcare at the point of need
Or each citizen having their own say
Then they express in their own way
It’s politically influential Big Pharma
That have a different kind of karma
Money not blood, is the circulation
Feeding each medical organisation
Donations keeps it just the way it is
Even when retribution begins to fizz
With certainties like death and taxes
Just where now indeed is that evil axis
Industries may be considered corrupt
As insurance fees are simply upped
What does it really take to lift the lid
Pushing the poor down the pyramid
Social medicine is seen as communist
The truth is diverted and then missed
It’s not capitalism in everyone’s sights
Or choosing to distort human rights
But money makes the world go round
Despite extortion often being found
Yet murder cannot justify a murder
Even in a kind of government purdah
A message has been sent, to be sure
Remember ‘Sicko’ by Michael Moore
And now the sense of injustice grows
From the words, Deny Defend Depose
You were diligent, honest, and keen
when you first joined our ranks.
Your efficiency was a quiet marvel,
your integrity is a sturdy backbone.
I, the head, was blind to your worth,
too caught up in flashier performances.
Your steady hand went unnoticed,
your silent triumphs uncelebrated.
Now the organisation falters,
burdened by flashy incompetence.
I look at you with newfound eyes,
finally seeing what I missed.
This time, it's I who am in dire need
of the qualities you embodied all along.
Oh, but your spirit is dimmed now,
worn down by years of neglect.
The spark in your eyes has faded,
And your once-eager steps now weary.
My belated recognition comes too late
to reignite your dampened fire.
You've learned to blend with the shadows,
no longer seeking approval or praise.
The efficient, honest you, I now crave,
but has retreated beyond my reach.
Walking about las ramblas at night you can see the desperation with a constant feeling of trepidation
People that never got much of an education not one qualification
Prostitutes selling their body to feed a habit and pay for their accommodation as Dealers sell to addicts who want that pleasurable sensation to forget about their life situation
You can buy heroin or crack or if you want a combination while the police and big gangsters are actually in communication giving them money so they don't launch a single criminal investigation so they can smoothly run their operation and there is no threat to their illegal money making organisation
You can even see people sleeping on the ground that had left their home nation in search of a better life but only found poverty and social devastation
Ignoring those slaughters,
as if there were none.
But one of your daughters
Were always son.
Simce pre-school,
hating all girl toys,
Even though he acted like a fool,
Always was one of the boys.
Confused child,
With mess in his head.
Worthless maybe kinda wild,
Fantasising about his death.
How lovely, I want to find peace.
Honestly I don't think I can.
I wish seken would not call me "miss"
I wish I could be 'real man'
Nothing. Just ignorance.
Humanity is organisation filled with idiots.
Cause they don't let me finish one sentence.
They ask questions, but in the end they write dots.
I'm tired. I want to cry.
Im not sane, can't see no consequence.
I think would kill myself, and die.
I think I would, if I had a chance.
I would drown myself down the river,
I would feel the cold water, as it soaks my clothes.
I would feel comfortable, I wouldn't shiver,
My hair would feel easy as it floats.
What? No I'm not writing about my own suicide.
It feels like speaking to the deaf people, that are dead.
So please, step aside,
And forget everything I said.
I missed out on the movie star
but I met an American hero.
Oh how humble the paratrooper of yesteryear.
When I thanked him for his service, he said,
“You were worth it.”
Blessed by an image of God
in the footsteps of man.
He’s a preacher, besides.
I missed out, but knew God had his best
set in motion…what’s all the commotion…
We meet great people every day
who’ll be noted by God
for their humble devotion.
When I entered the party
for wrestling referees,
he
was the first to greet me.
At that time
I had no idea of his greatness.
I will always treasure this.
And let me not forget
my dear husband
who I stand beside -
it’s cool that he serves with black and white
striped shirt and a whistle
in what can be a dangerous sport
when 250 pounders charge
precariously in his direction
knocking him out.
Also the knowledge
that the organisation is currently
having trouble
finding new referees to serve
(makes me so proud that my husband
is in the ranks)
they also need women to step up
as women wrestle too.
We all make up this great big world -
movie stars, veterans, me and you.
Wherever you find yourself
be great…
be humble
and serve.
3/27/2023
Never imagine
time that doesn't listen to you
will hear you,
And don't get surprised
when it puts hurdles before you,
as its aim is not
to make you happy
but just
to measure your patience
as well as power of endurance,
and to see your
adaptation,
observation,
concentration,
preparation,
regulation,
organisation,
communication,
and
as a result of all these,
to teach
all you need is only
your will,
your heart
your mind
as well as
two parts of your body
at the end of your arms
in order to jump
over the hurdles,
and to help you learn,
most of them aren't heavy burdens
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